That would be the boat, and not Ivory Soap.
(That was the punchline of a lot of my Grandpa’s rambling stories/jokes when I was
Everyone has a day-of-rest special routine.
Maybe you gather up the clan and go to church (or synagog, or mosque, or whatever). Maybe you do the New York Times crossword puzzle. In pen, if you are feeling especially bold and/or lucky.
My routine is that John wakes me up with a cup of coffee a little bit after 7, and I spend the next hour sipping coffee and reading comics and the news online. Then I go to yoga class, stopping by Dorothy Lane Market on the way home to pick up fresh bagels and lox (and cream cheese or coffee as needed).
While we toast bagels and make more coffee, Percival gets a few shreds of smoked salmon for being such a good cat.
John and I enjoy our brunch and then get busy with the rest of the day’s chores, errands, and work.
Merlin gets no smoked salmon… she doesn’t like it very much (tuna, on the other hand…) and prefers to lick smears of cream cheese off of my plate after I am done with brunch.